Call me the psychedelic alchemist, 'cause I can transmute sine waves into gold. I sampled ambient timbres I encountered in meditation and sequenced them quantum mechanically. I hold the philosopher's tangled, flowing nervous tissue. I hope that the rhythm of my psyche's beating heart carries my creative pulse clearly through to the ethereal plane to defibrillate your soul as the cold winds of the day freeze your enlightenment. I have the psychedelic alchemical technology to rebuild the plutominium brain of Ray Manzarek on keyboards, so good I could play a staircase - an Escher staircase